"See what to eat? My shop is a little smaller, but I eat a lot. The snack bar owner handed the menu to Wen Miao.

Wen Miao whispered thank you, took the menu and looked at it carefully, she ...... now There's no need to pay attention to your diet anymore.

So eat something delicious and want to eat it.

She ordered a seafood porridge, a crab roe bun, and a cup of freshly ground sweet soy milk.

The boss wrote it down and left, peeking at the person sitting opposite, Wen Miao couldn't help but tense her calves.

She sat upright with a straight back, her thin back curved gracefully, not like at the oily table in this small storefront, but like at an elegant piano, ready to play.

Looks out of place.

Wen Miao peeked at the man opposite, and her heart rate was faintly uneven.

He was really good-looking, not that delicate, but that kind of fortitude with a little wild, with aggression.

With thick eyebrows, single eyelids, and long narrow eyes, it looks a little unapproachable. A tall and straight nose with thin and tight pursed lips. The facial features are not outstanding when separated, but they are so appropriate when combined. The three-dimensional facial features are as clean and neat as a knife.

He ate quickly, but not embarrassed at all. Just as Wen Miao was immersed in his beauty, he had already finished eating and stood up.

Wen Miao came back to her senses, and when she saw that he was leaving, she reached out and grabbed his hand without thinking about it.

Facing his terrifying gaze, Wen Miao stepped up to him and looked at him.

"Wen Miao."

Wen Miao looked at him, "Wen Miao, my name is Wen Miao, warm Wen, Sanshui Miao." "You have to remember.

Mu Yanjiu looked down at the hand that was holding his wrist. It was very white and thin, and there were cyan veins crawling on the back of the hand, as if they would break with a slight break.

He frowned, his face impatient.

Wen Miao pursed her lips and slowly let go of his hand.

Mu Yanjiu didn't seem to be affected in any way, didn't linger at all, turned around and left.

Wen Miao looked at his back as he left, clenched his hands, and the warmth in his palms seemed to remain.

The boss sent Wen Miao's soy milk, "Come on, be careful to be hot." ”

Wen Miao: "Okay, thank you." ”

After all the meals were served, there were no new customers in the store, so the boss simply talked to Wen Miao: "Girl, what just came?" ”

Wen Miao tasted a bite of seafood porridge, it was fresh and smooth, there was no fishy smell, she couldn't help but taste the second bite before answering the boss's words: "Well, I just came yesterday." ”

The boss smiled happily: "That's going to be fun, we're going to have fun." ”

Wen Miao stirred the steaming porridge in the white porcelain bowl with a spoon, looked at the boss and asked, "That...... Boss, that person just now was ......" It was the first time she did such a thing, and she was inevitably nervous and a little embarrassed.

The boss smiled knowingly, "You said Brother Jiu, he ......"

"The boss will have two steamed buns...... "As soon as the boss spoke, there were customers in the store.

"Eh, here we are." The boss responded, and then said to Wen Miao: "I have to be busy, about Brother Jiu, I have time to talk to you again." ”

Wen Miao smiled: "Boss, you go get busy first." ”

Before leaving, the boss whispered: "I don't tell her casually in ordinary people, I just think that you are very eye-catching little girl." After saying that, the boss was busy.

At this time, how could Wen Miao, who was eager to know about him, know what the boss wanted to tell her, in fact, most people in Nanjiawan knew.

At this time, Wen Miao's skirt was gently pulled, she looked down and found that it was a little boy of a few years old, looking up at it with round eyes, and said in a milky voice: "Beautiful sister, you give Congcong a bag, and Congcong will tell you ......"

Wen Miao looked at the half-grown child funny, didn't take his words seriously, and used chopsticks to clip a crab roe bun for him, "Come, be careful of burning." ”

Congcong's chubby little hand took Wen Miao's buns, and his milk voice was milky: "Thank you, sister." ”

Wen Miao: "You're welcome. ”

Cong Cong said: "Sister, my Abba said that Uncle Nine is our benefactor. ”